“Especially if Mr. Tom is in charge of the snacks, am I right?” She released a breath. “I almost wish I’d taken some of that chocolate. That’s how unsettled I am. I’m so off-kilter that I would eat some old chocolate Mr. Tom randomly found in his toiletry bag.”
“As long as you don’t reach for the chocolate stool softener. What could he possibly have been thinking?”
She shook with laughter in his arms. “Yeah, well… Honestly, there are no words. There just aren’t.”
“Let’s hope this week doesn’t frazzle him more, if this is the way he reacts to nerves.”
She paused for a moment, serious again. “It won’t last a week. It will only last as long as it takes for me to get a clear shot off at Elliot Graves.”
Twelve
The limo rolled up to a large tunnel in the center of the mountain. A cement arch curved over the narrow, two-lane road. Past the entrance, there was only darkness.
“This is fine,” I said into the deathly quiet limo, my heart nearly choking me. “This is okay. Ivy House is shadowy too, and it’s lovely.”
But it wasn’t lovely, Ivy House. It was a nightmare for anyone who wasn’t welcome, which was nearly everyone.
“Does it have animated dolls? That’s the question,” I said.
Austin still held my hand. He gave it a squeeze but didn’t comment. He’d put his game face on. Normally that would make me less nervous, because he would surely have my back, but in this situation there was probably very little in the world that would have eased my anxiety.
The car entered the tunnel, and that thick, choking darkness washed over us. The driver must have turned on his lights, but I couldn’t see my hand in front of my face. How could he see the road?
“Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap, it’s happening. We’re going to be attacked.” My magic ballooned around us, and my power ripped outward, seeking out danger. It found some sort of spell promoting blindness. I tried to blast through it and took out the window instead. Glass shattered, but the limo shuddered and kept moving. I belatedly thought to try the door. Locked. “We are not in his power,” I reminded myself in a whisper as panic ate at me. “No one has power over me!”
I fired off spells as quickly as I could, no idea how to counter whatever was making me blind but figuring I could create havoc in the meantime.
“Get clear,” I yelled at Austin.
His hand ripped free of mine, and I felt him practically dive forward in the limo. I could’ve just shielded him from what I was about to do, but I was acting faster than I was thinking, and that thought was belated as well.
I slammed a spell into the door. The back tire bounced into the air, the sound and sensation jarring as it came back down. Metal squealed and twisted. More glass shattered. Finally, the door ripped off and cool air gushed in, smelling of exhaust.
Darkness still cocooned me. The limo slammed to a stop.
“Do not go out that door,” Austin growled, clearly realizing I’d blasted it off. He didn’t need to tell me twice. I was no fool.
I tried a ball of light, but the magic creating the darkness swallowed it almost immediately. I tried again, and this time I pumped all my power into it. I didn’t care if it morphed the spell into something unexpected. I needed to see!
Before I fired it out of the limo, I felt out my people through the link and put a protective spell around them, making it a little larger to encompass the shifters I knew were near them. That done, I let loose.
White cracks formed within the blackness, spiderwebbing out. They grew and spread, almost like pressure fractures in a wall or cement. My spell was battling that of Elliot Graves, power against power. We’d see if I was any match for him.
While I waited for the verdict, not able to pump more power into the spell after shooting it off, I threw magical bombs, blasting the other door off and blowing out the rest of the limo’s side windows.
“Am I magically covered?”
“Hah!” I slapped out my hand in a stupid karate chop, uselessly striking Austin’s shoulder. I hadn’t heard him crawl back toward me. “Yes, yes, yes, though some of my more adventurous spells might physically jolt you.”
He squeezed my knee and brushed past me as he exited the limo from the